The toil of life is never ending;
It passes from one stage to others;
We live beneath its sombre bending,
And ape the customs of our fathers.
We glory in its radiant joys,
And smile with the everlasting sun;
This eternal change that man employs,
Has been so from Adam’s day begun.
The bravest soul truly conquers all,
In seeing God in our fellow man,
This planet is just a spinning ball
Of God’s wondrous spiritual plan.
In this life we may know no better;
But in death we pass to Spirit Land,
Where the Soul is free from all fetter,
To join God in His creative hand.
(Marcus Mosiah Garvey)
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